#It's an AU

[grox-empire]

Having way too much fun with the daybreak TBOI au

YK sometimes I feel like when I put shit in the Spore tag people aren't going to be able to tell it's Spore-related at all. So preemptively this is a Spore oc.

[nekomortiz]

Late night WIPs

"Boy raised by his mother" vs "Girl raised by her father"

[sirtouchstarved]

And that’s a wrap! 33k words, 10 chapters in less than two weeks, with more to come!

Thank you to all that have been a part of the journey, it’s been so much fun. I hope you guys stick around for what’s in store next as well! Though Just a Jester to You may have ended, the Hidden History au is definitely not over. 

Much love to you all, and I’ll see you guys soon!

[affo-gatto-gateau]

So, I wrote a little piece for my atla/npmd au (it's really just, what if Hatchetfield had bending) so here it is!

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"Are you ready?"

Max snorts and rolls his shoulders back, settling into a wide, defensive stance. Richie doesn't notice the quiet shaking in his hands, or the way his eyes dart around, searching for an escape. Perhaps he should have, but he doesn't. Instead, shrugs and shifts his feet.

It's a straightforward punch, a lick of flame flowing from the movement and out past his limbs. It flies directly towards Max's chest. Just a warm-up shot, simple, easy to block or dodge. 

But Max doesn't move. 

There's no shaking of earth, his feet are planted, and he seems just as unmoving as the stone he bends. His eyes are trained on that spurt of golden-orange fire, the glow illuminating panic for a brief second. His body crumples in on itself just before it hits. The blow isn't forceful, but it's enough to make him stumble back over his own feet and find himself sprawled on the floor.

Richie lets his stance fall. He stares, in awe. He just knocked Max Jägerman to the ground. That comes with the much more panic-fueled realisation that holy shit, he just knocked Max Jägerman to the ground! His body, luckily, moves faster than his mind, and he's next to Max in seconds. "Are you okay?"

Max stares up at him, unresponsive, for a few seconds, the only noise between them the gasping breaths he drags into his lungs. "I'm fine," he grits out, between puffs. He ignores the offered hand and hauls himself to his feet. "Let's go again."

Richie opens his mouth to protest, and Max shoots him a look that makes him instantly close it again. They settle into their stances once more. 

Max doesn't block the second time, or the third, or the fourth. Richie doesn't shoot on the fifth. 

"Come on, Shit-lips, we gonna stand here all day or what?"

Richie's hands fall. "I'm not doing this," he mutters.

"What did you say?"

"I said, I'm not doing this," he repeats louder. Max's eyes darken. "There's obviously something going on. Definition of insanity and whatnot. I'm not gonna keep throwing fire at you and hoping something different will happen."

"And I will, but this doesn't look much like helping!"

Max takes a step forward. The ground is suddenly unsteady. "You said you would help me."

"It's working fine."

"That's a lie and you know it," he spits back.

"We go again."

"I won't do it."

Max is so close to him now. The literal monster looms tall over him, scowling down. "I'm not asking, Shit-lips," he growls. And Richie, by some miracle, finds it in himself to scoff.

"What, are you threatening me?" His eyes narrow. There's heat building in his hands, he lets it bleed out into small flames, flickering as they wind around his fingers. The second Max sees it, he's cast onto the back foot. He steps– no, leaps back, scrambling away from Richie with all the desperation of a cornered animal. And Richie finally sees it, painted across his face in broad strokes, clear as day. Fear.

He clenches his fists tight, and lets the fire dissipate into thin wisps of smoke. "We're not doing this," he repeats, finally. 

Max doesn't look at him, not as he approaches, not and he settles next to him or places a warm hand on his chest, bringing his breathing back to normal. "You're afraid of fire," Richie says. It's not a question. 

"You don't fucking tell a soul," he whispers, as gruffly as he can manage. It's no use; the illusion is shattered. He's not Max Jägerman, Literal Monster. Richie isn't the helpless nerd. They're two boys, sitting side-by-side on the gym floor.

"I promise," Richie whispers back. And Max believes him.

[thebubbleplush1]

uhh my cookie run interest came back so... SHORTS WARS X COOKIE RUN WOOOOO

So I introduce you to...

BLUEBERRY SYRUP COOKIE!!!

Preston shorts wars... WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY COOKIE GAME!?!

(I'll maybe draw the rest of the clones later on)

[therealwaffleking]

[azureasterart]

[lilac-udon]

Honestly, Mari being a villain and OOC is not enjoyable.

not sure about the villain part, more like she's evil but in her eyes she is doing the right thing, if you really want to say there is a villain in this au it will be hero, Mari is just self-centered/cruel

and yes, the whole group is ooc bc their backstory is changed, there is still some element of the og personality as the base, but all of the rest is changed, plus they are all old people, not young teenagers, their innocent is no more, beside Kel everyone didn't grow up together so there is trusting issue double cross and lies a lot to each other

if what makes you feel better hero and sunny life make Mari became better person in the end if we are going for the good ending

but I can totally see that's not your cup of tea, for this au I just want to make everyone in gray area or who has done awful stuff and how they view their action where mythical creature is rightful to kill human, what is good and bad

[heisenposting]

Imagine you're in a mine. You feel like you were born into this mine. You don't remember much of your childhood. You're working as hard as you can to gather the materials needed to improve your country's already formidable military, all to maintain complete independence and self-determination from the other world powers.

You emerge at the end of your shift and greet the sliver of orange sunlight glancing off the mountains. The wind is bitterly cold but you don't mind. It's fresh, a kiss from mother nature herself.

You enter the cafeteria to sit and rest, and to reflect on the portrait of your leader. He stares back down at you, the barest hint of a smile on his lips. His expression is inscrutable but ultimately benevolent. You can only imagine what Eternal Leader Karl Heisenberg must have been thinking--no doubt something profound and beautiful...

[missmichellebelle]

at the end of it all, my time in fandom will be described as me beating myself in the face with my laptop as i watch people incorrectly tag their ao3 fics

[a-pirate]

I don't expect to attempt any decent VP in the foreseeable future with BG3, but I can't stop looking at this cute thing.

[furoruisa]

Someone send me the most amazing prompt! Oh I love you anon!!

[hugollorizz]

i just had the most genius idea for a fic possibly ever oh my god?

[weremustelidae]

i'm cooking up an idea that might require me to rewatch atla

[littlestarlost]

Star's new Avatrice fanfic out of context #1